Waking Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Waking



Early morning coffee, waking to a new day
with no expectations in sight.

Just playing by ear, being spontaneous as
usual.

Loving surprises, taking them in stride
as I enjoy life.

Saturday, December 7, 2013
Topic(s) of this poem: expectations,waking
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